Explicit Memories

The day began with an unusual tone. The air felt thick and the fog, uncontrollable. Lizzy's mind kept slipping into deep thoughts and as she tried to get herself out of bed, her alarm clock kept blaring. She quickly smacked it to the ground and softly got out of bed. It had been a long time since she had spoken to someone about anything, and it almost felt like she was trying to fill a void. Her thoughts were the only thing keeping her from going insane, while days just passed her by in one swift motion. Her passions were slipping through the cracks, her focus lacking, and her environment was becoming arid of all interests. Today was one of those unusual mornings where the tone was set before even rising out of bed.

This day did not feel any different, as she forced her legs to slip off the edge of the bed. She sat there for a little while, in a daze, wondering how she would get through another Saturday. While the thoughts of another routine filled day ran through her mind, the doorbell rang, and confusion set in as she rushed to put on a pair of pants. Lizzy made her way to the front door and noticed a familiar face—it was that man from the grocery store. The one who had helped her home with her groceries. Since Lizzy had recently lost her license, she was walking everywhere these days. She managed to open the door, with a slightly dazed look on her face.

After about a minute of small talk, Lizzy decided to let the man in. She suddenly realized that they never exchanged names. The man presented himself as Marco, his physique bringing such a sense of assertiveness to the room and while Lizzy could not keep her eyes off his face, Marco wondered what was going through her mind. She finally snapped out of her short daze and shrugged off the feeling. Marco began to explain that he could not stop thinking about her since their last encounter. All he wanted was to see her again. Lizzy was surprised. Their last encounter was nothing but a short walk home from the store, a gentle act of kindness from a stranger.

She offered Marco a coffee and started to talk or get to know each other. The conversation seemed to run quite smoothly. The memories of his past were so detailed; relishing in the description of every memory he explored. From the decorative mantel his mother used to own, to the summer vacation he took with his family years ago. Everything was just so fascinating. Every word that came out of his mouth enthralled Lizzy. Hours had passed, and they finally realized it was late afternoon. By this time, they had drunk a few cups of coffee and endless stories. When they finally realized how hungry they were, they decided to order food from the local Chinese restaurant a few blocks away.

While making their way through the egg rolls and fried rice, their eyes finally crossed paths. They both stopped, frozen by each other's gaze. Marco leaned in, pressed his lips against hers as she let out a light gasp. He pulled back, not wanting to impose. Lizzy quickly pulled him close. She kissed him passionately as she began ripping off his shirt. Marco got up from the table, picked her up with such ease and brought her to the bedroom in one swift movement. As he threw her on the bed, he tugged at her pants and slid them down her smooth legs. Marco climbed over her, towering with such graceful strength, his pants falling to the ground before making it onto the bed. Looking into Lizzy's eyes as she bit her lower lip, he slipped the rest of her clothes off her body.

Their lips fell into one another, his right hand slipping down towards her hips and between her legs. His fingers massaged her clitoris, she ever so slightly jolted with excitement. He pulled her up firmly, kissing her neck down to her large breasts. He sucked on them, making her nipples harder and forcing shivers down her spine. His fingers slowly entered her, playing her like an instrument, striking each chord, playing her like a sweet intense melody. Marco lifted her off the bed, pulled her up against the wall, and took every inch of his cock to put it in her pussy. As she wrapped her legs around his thighs, Lizzy could not help herself when her loud moans turned into screams. The pleasure running through her bones was of an intensity she had never felt before. His dick penetrated her with such force, such length, such thickness. She was ready, dripping with the urge to orgasm with such intensity. Throbbing with the desire to explode, Marco rammed into her pussy one last time. Suddenly, Lizzy woke up - the alarm on her nightstand buzzing away.